1482 Les Miserables
She withdrew her hand and went on, in a tone which
could have rent the heart of an observer, but which did not
even graze Marius in his intoxicated and ecstatic state:—
‘Oh! how glad you are!’
A cloud swept across Marius’ brow. He seized Eponine
by the arm:—
‘Swear one thing to me!’
‘Swear!’ said she, ‘what does that mean? Come! You want
me to swear?’
And she laughed.
‘Your father! promise me, Eponine! Swear to me that you
will not give this address to your father!’
She turned to him with a stupefied air.
‘Eponine! How do you know that my name is Eponine?’
‘Promise what I tell you!’
But she did not seem to hear him.
‘That’s nice! You have called me Eponine!’
Marius grasped both her arms at once.
‘But answer me, in the name of Heaven! pay attention to
what I am saying to you, swear to me that you will not tell
your father this address that you know!’
‘My father!’ said she. ‘Ah yes, my father! Be at ease. He’s in
close confinement. Besides, what do I care for my father!’
‘But you do not promise me!’ exclaimed Marius.
‘Let go of me!’ she said, bursting into a laugh, ‘how you
do shake me! Yes! Yes! I promise that! I swear that to you!
What is that to me? I will not tell my father the address.
There! Is that right? Is that it?’
‘Nor to any one?’ said Marius.